Ohhhh kiddo, are you, are you threatening me? I’VE DIED BEFORE, IDIOT. I’ve been ready to go for a long time. I would be happy to lay back down in the snow and watch the stars wink out of existence one by freaking one. But I made a promise to someone, the kind of someone that you believe WILL fight her way into Hell just to kill you a second time, that I would tell someone what happened here.
So you’d rather make sure you fail her, and give up now, then potentially fail her on the off chance I really am lying?
Whatever I know that you don’t must be real juicy, eh?
What makes you think you know anything I don’t know or can’t find?
Now, believe it or not, I used to have quite a bit of expertise in ADVANCED NEGOTIATION TACTICS, and I know from experience that the only reason you don’t follow through on a promise to airlock someone as frustrating and potentially dangerous to work with as me is ’cause you need me breathing or need something only I know for one of ’em schemes of yours. It’s ok. This clearly isn’t your traditional line of work. I won’t tell anyone, if you don’t get mad that I’m looking at your video archives as we speak.
If you’re past believing you need to use a computer to interface with anything here, why did you even ask permission?
…Because I’m not an asshole???
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Ok ok I just really wanted to deliver that monologue! You got me. Look at us, best buds calling each other on bullshit.